A Rare Opportunity

Name: Sibyl Saxe (Maybe? Still trying to decide)

Gender: Female

Design: This very, very pretty supplied design

Physical Description: This willowy woman stands taller than most wolves at her full height of forty five inches tall. She never quite grows into her long limbs and oversized paws, making her look just a tad disproportionate. To add to the oddly stretched out look, her tail practically drags along the ground if she doesn't make an effort to keep it from doing so. In a perfect world her slim figure, long legs, and swooping tail could make her look quite graceful and regal... but this is Sibyl we're talking about. More often than not this clumsy tomboy just ends up tripping over herself. Her eyes are golden yellow. She also has a more petite version of the elongated fangs that her father has, the teeth hanging slightly past her lower jaw. Her coloring doesn't do her any favors in the department of blending in. The base color of her fur is a deep black, but there isn't much of this base color to be seen behind all of the multicolored swirls. A concentrated swish of red covers her stomach and part of her forelegs while thinner lines of blues, violets, and touches of green cover pretty much everything else. It looks like a slice of the galaxy was taken out and smeared over her body.

Personality: You'll hear her coming far before you see her. She's one of those kids that they hit the ground running as soon as their eyes pop open in the morning. Zero to a hundred in one second flat. With any luck she'll calm down enough to have a full conversation with someone without getting distracted one day, but it's hard to see that light at the end of the tunnel when she's constantly fidgeting and wanting to go chase after the butterflies flying by. Part of being so incredibly energetic is that she's also very outgoing. She doesn't know what a stranger is and is always either making friends or enemies - depending on how they take her. She's unapologetic in all the best ways. As long as there's a good reason to do something she can't understand why she would have to apologize for it. Sure, she might have taken your rabbit, but it was only because her sister was hungry.

Her family is the most important piece of her world. As far as she's concerned her family is the world. Don't take it personally if she completely blows you off in the middle of a sentence if her father walks in. It's not that she's not interested in what you have to say, you're just not nearly as interesting as one of her family members. As much as she loves her family, they are also her favorite victim for her pranks. It's really just a form of affection for her to jump out and scare you or hide a big, scary bug in your bedding. After all, if she didn't care then she wouldn't even waste her time. It's all in good fun.

General plans: Having as much fun as possible, possibly unintentionally stepping on toes with her pranks, have some Saxe babies when she's older and keeping that family love alive.

RP sample: One second she was running as fast as possible toward their den with a rabbit hanging proudly from her mouth... and the next she was tumbling forward onto her face. One of her paws caught on a root that was slightly raised out of the ground and it sent her rolling over the ground. She fell with a "oof!" and ended up finally landing on her back. She blinked as she stared up at the sky and slowly gathered where she was and what had happened. The clumsy yearling finally pulled herself back onto her paws and shook off a little bit, not paying much attention to the leaves and twigs caught in her fur.

It took a minute to locate the rabbit that had gone flying in her tumble. She sniffed around for a second and finally found it, scooping it up between her jaws and using her fangs to make sure it wouldn't fall out of her mouth again. Her long legs made it super easy to run fast, but maaaaybe that wasn't the best idea when she was running through a forest. Her tail lightly dragged along the ground behind her as she trotted toward home with her head held high as if by holding it higher would keep it from hitting the ground again.